Wednesday

Chapter 3: Finding the Location

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"I haven't always been against birthdays. Each one reminds me I'm a year closer to deaths cold embrace. What's not to like about that?" Wednesday smirked.

"Besides, my parents always made sure my birthdays were memorable. The perfect surprise, the perfect cake, the perfect party games. But now, parties and presents and games, it...it all feels so trivial." He told an unconscious Eugene.

"Gabriel warned me that I was destined to be alone, and that I would be sorry for it."

A throat cleared behind him, and Wednesday turned to see Dr. Kinbott standing behind him with some roses.

"Dr. Kinbott." Wednesday greeted in surprise.

"I haven't seen you since our session with your family, which was...certainly one I won't forget." She smiled. "How are things going with them?"

"My mother and I spent some quality time together along with (Y/n). Got our hands dirty."

"Gardening?" She guessed.

"Grave-digging." He corrected. "And I managed to keep my father out of prison. What brings you here?"

"Eugene's moms. I'm working with them. Trauma like this leaves emotional scars on the whole family." She placed the roses in a pot. "They had to head home for a few days, so I promised I'd check in on him."

"I'll leave you to it." Wednesday said, and began exiting the room.

"Who's Gabriel?" She suddenly asked.

"He's a very distant cousin. Very distant." He replied.

"Sounds like he doesn't see you for who you really are."

"He sees more than you know." He argued.

Dr. Kinbott and Wednesday stared at each other for a few moments.

"I want to assure you that I remain as cold and heartless as the first day we met." He warned.

"I doubt a cold, heartless person would be sitting by his friend's bedside feeling guilt for his condition. And a cold heartless person certainly would not have a girlfriend."

"I didn't ask for a free session." He snapped.

"Consider it my birthday gift." She retorted.

Wednesday glared at her and exited the room.

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Mayor Walker's assistant knocked as she entered his office.

"This just arrived from London. Copy of an old death certificate you requested." She handed him the envelope.

"Thanks Agnes. Oh, by the way, has Inez Bloom called again?" He asked.

"You mean about the lights going on at the old Gates place? Couple days ago. I referred her to the sheriff's office." She informed.

She exited the room, and Mayor Walker opened the envelope and pulled out the death certificate of Laurel Gates.

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